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The Silence Factory
by Bridget Collins
Quotes:
He said, ‘I am afraid I don’t understand . . .’ But naturally she did not hear him. And he could not look away: there was something painful in his chest, to see the child so joyfully abandoned to - to what? It was not poetry, surely, it had no music, no cadence, - and yet that garden was all about her, she moved through it as deftly as a dance, sure-footed, her hands grasping at invisible vines and blossoms . . .
She cupped emptiness softly between her palms, and then threw it upwards.
———
A moment later, without knowing exactly why, he fumbled in his pocket for the square of silk that Sir Edward had given him - so long ago! - in Argyll’s shop. He stretched it between his hands, listening to the hole it made in the world, the absence that begged to be filled.
He said, ‘I am afraid I don’t understand . . .’ But naturally she did not hear him. And he could not look away: there was something painful in his chest, to see the child so joyfully abandoned to - to what? It was not poetry, surely, it had no music, no cadence, - and yet that garden was all about her, she moved through it as deftly as a dance, sure-footed, her hands grasping at invisible vines and blossoms . . .
She cupped emptiness softly between her palms, and then threw it upwards.
———
A moment later, without knowing exactly why, he fumbled in his pocket for the square of silk that Sir Edward had given him - so long ago! - in Argyll’s shop. He stretched it between his hands, listening to the hole it made in the world, the absence that begged to be filled.